She finally did it.
She did what she's been telling everyone she loves not to do.
Her mother is convinced that she needs phsycological help
because she began cursing loudly at her brother for pissing her off.
But her mother doesn't know what she did.
No one knows.
The only one she truly cares for refuses communication.
She wanted to tell her, but she refuses - which makes it quite difficult.
As she cries, he tears burn the scars.
Poor Amelia.
She sits, thinking no one cares.
Hide, Amelia. Hide.
Do as you must to feel better.
I care, Amelia. I do.
I love you, Amelia.
But how hard! How hard she tries!
The first had few results.
Numb.
Better.
Second. Also few results
Third.. Third time's the charm, is it not?
Every thing is what she could feel!
How hard she tries.
SUCESS, yet very little
But dear, do I care!
Amelia, you must stop.
But one....one tore down the shell without knowing
without trying. That one.
But it is of no use!
Try again, darling.

Last edited: 29 July 2011

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